You do your best to spin out some metaphysical romance sincerely, but also half-aware of your own contriving, and uneasily aware that someone privy to your motives could resolve your paradoxes with ease. There is nothing here that Occam's razor couldn't shear off. That's all very well, it's fine to accept the most minimal version of what it is that is arising, but it can't stop at the view from outside. This 'explanation' must still be taken to correct the inside view as well. And the inside of the inside; the subjective knowledge of the illusory nature of the subject. These still must be granted the same priority as they had before. And as soon as you do so the question returns as fiercely as ever, arising out of the shredded remnants of the self who first posed it.